After continuing to drive for some time, Mac came into Specncer's Mill, and looked around for others. At first, he seemed to be the only one. Perhaps his duty had been fulfilled? Them, a faint light... From the church! With gusto, the father accelerated, not paying heed to the road in front of him. Looking back down, he saw in his headlights a smashed wreck of a garbage truck, and tried to steer around it suddenly. He clipped it's back end with his own vehicle, and was sent into a spin, before the car flipped over and skidded along it's roof, crashing violently into a lamp post and toppling it. Unconscious, Mac hung upside in the vehicle, blood dripping from his forehead. 

When he came to, everything was quiet, and a walker shambled pass the pick up, it's feet the only thing in view, shuffling along the ground as it moved passed, moaning and growling. Waiting for it to pass out of ear shot, the priest undid the seat belt, and slammed his head into the roof, falling to his side. Pain shot up his leg, unbearable pain, as he tried to escape the vehicle. After some crawling along his stomach, he was out, and stood up as best as he could. Limping painfully, he went to the back tray of the truck and found his belongings were amazingly still intact, mostly. With the backpack fitted, he went back to the front, tied and fitted as much of the extra gear as he could, and. propping himself against the fence for support, made his way towards the church.

The building was a familiar one, The Ascension Church, and making his way to the front heavy doors, banged his fist as quietly as he could against it, hoping to be heard. "Hello? Anyone in there? This is Father Mac, of the Clergy. I come seeking sanctuary, will someone heed my call?"